Tease

you have been doing such a masterful job of being adored by so many and being so indifferent to me tonight. i keep feeling your eyes on me, but each time i turn to look at you, you are always looking elsewhere. i have been on the edges all night, talking to various people before casually moving on to get some water or pause to mess with something on the table, but i never go towards you. oh sure, once i circle behind you, but i do not approach you.

this time i'm talking to someone taller than me, looking up into their face and i feel your gaze on me from across the room. i don't turn to look this time, i stay engaged in my conversation. he asks me a question and i smile and nod. i move slightly, my eyes turned to the floor and my body facing him so that i'm facing you as well now. he puts a hand around my throat and leans down to say something close to my ear. i nod again, my eyes glance up and lock with yours.

he is putting his hands around my throat and squeezing while your eyes burn into mine. he puts his fingers into my mouth, still choking me but letting me up for air here and there. i instantly suck his fingers as though on autopilot, my eyes never leaving yours. he must sense my disconnect too because all of a sudden there is a sharp crack and i realize he's just slapped me so hard my face is turned to the side. i am breathing hard and it feels like my senses are heightened.

i meet my serving playmate's eyes and nod yes when he asks if i'm alright, if i want to keep playing. he immediately pulls my head back, hard on my hair and slaps me again, this time across the mouth but lighter. then he begins a good series of intense slaps across my face. when i start to cry and cringe he doesn't slow down, just changes tactics and tells me to open my mouth. i'm hesitant and it earns me another fierce slap prompting my mouth to open in surprise and pain.

while i'm mid-wail he squeezes my face with one hand to keep my mouth forced open. with the other hand he crams three fingers in my mouth and starts pistoning them in and out, essentially fucking my mouth with his hand. i gag two, three times in succession and he lets up for a moment, taking his hands off of me. i gasp a little and try to find my mental footing. i feel his hands on me, at the crown of my hair, sliding down to cup my face and then on my chest and back up on my throat.

i look up for you and you're gone. i search the crowd as best as i can without turning my head but you're nowhere to be found. a sigh of disappointment escapes me and i feel my play partner's hands tightening around my throat. i immediately give him the nonverbal signal for stop and he lets go, coming to my side. i assure him that everything is alright, that i just happened to exhale at the same moment and that i'm done playing. we talk for a moment and then i search the room for you again.

when i don't find you anywhere, my heart sinks a little and i search for a bathroom to tidy up. the main bathroom is occupied and for a while too, from the sounds of the shower and moaning. i go upstairs and use the other bathroom. in the mirror i dab my lipstick and smooth my dress. when i click off the light and walk out, i practically run into you lounging against the wall.

i begin to speak but you stop me with a finger to your lips and a shake of the head. you dip your head and basically herd me back into the bathroom. you shut the door behind you, closing us in darkness. i'm not touching you but i can feel your presence right in front of me. my breathing sounds loud and uneven in the dark space. moments pass and neither of us speak, but i can feel the tension on your end too.

i only get the first three words out of my mouth, which are, "please, i want --," and then you are on me, just about hurtling into the first kiss between us. it is perfect, hot and predatory, almost on the verge of possessive. i feel like you are stealing my breath, like i am practically drowning. you must feel it because you slow down, your mouth still on mine while your hands massage my ass greedily. my hands are caught in your hair and i slip them down to dip in your waistband.

i cannot see anything, only hear your slight huff and then my arms are restrained behind my back while you punish my mouth with angry kisses. i am nodding my head yes and making noises of assent all the while. i break free from the kiss to whisper. "i want you to hurt me." it sounds so loud in the midst of our ragged breathing and the quiet dark.

i hear you chuckle and feel your nose and face against my throat, almost like you are scenting me, the way a wolf does. i hear you mumble something about good fortune and my heart begins to do double time in my chest. as if to match my heart's pounding, someone beats at the door, informing us that someone needs to use it.

we both curse softly and then you kiss me once before letting up and turning on the light. our eyes are already on each other and we both have the same grin on our faces. "at least you're spending the night," you say to me. we laugh and walk out.